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Today daisy hearts claridges...x
This weekend I have been mainly....
1) Watching my boyfriend cook a dinner party (and helping a bit... actually
that's a lie, I mainly gossiped and drank.. but I was with him in spirit and
certainly appreciated his efforts!!).
2) Smacking my mothers hands to stop her from touching/ making off with
various Vivienne Westwood outfits at the V and A
3) Learning why the Bluebird restaurant on the Kings Road is called the
Bluebird (and repeatedly admiring the quality of their pre-supper gin and
tonics)
4) Sitting up very straight at the table for lunch in Claridges until my
first couple of drinks and then forgetting I wasn't at home (hence the state
of the table cloth later I think)...
5) Smoking Hookahs and playing chess on the Edgeware Road
6) Finding a pub in the middle of the Westend with no tourists, and a very
old lady plinky plonking away on a very old pian'a' while my old uni mates
and I joined in with a rousing chorus of Rule Britannia (and no I'm not
telling where it is!!).
7) Drinking bottles of wine in a cosy kitchen until the wee small hours and
remembering why I've loved my uni mates so much for the last 8 years (and
not really realising that they had all invited themselves round for supper
until the next day)
8) Being (almost) grown up in Homebase and Habitat with my boyfriend (but
only actually buying a pineapple plant so I think we got away with it).
9) Drinking beer and eating mini-pizza's after strolling into Hampstead with
old and new friends
10) Having a very early night - Mmmmmmmm
Yum.
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Fading Fast....
Snuggled up in bed this morning, after a sleep plagued with the strangest dreams and with my head buried into Jk's warm shoulder I would have given almost everything I own to stay exactly where I was.
I could hear that it was raining outside and I was so warm and safe that 'just five minutes more' turned to ten and then fifteen and then twenty.... I finally realised 10 minutes before having to leave the house... (and already forming the 'goddam tubes' excuse in my head) that I really really had to get up.
I glanced over it my sleeping boy.
His face was all warm and clammy and kind of scrumpled up like a paper bag, and he was opening his eyes and blinking at me. His pale brown eyes were clouded with a lack of comprehension through a fog of sleep... and when he reached out his arms to pull me back into bed under the warm soft covers I was filled with two of the strongest emotions I have ever felt....
Love for him, so strong that it stuck in my throat and stopped my breath....
...and absolute hatred that he was 'working from home' today....
2 months and counting
In two months time I will pack my bags, and leave London (after nine years sucking the marrow out of this fair city) to return to the North West. It's a necessary move so that I can retrain as a teacher, and its only for a year... but frankly, it's starting to hurt already.
I *love* London. I love the fact that you can buy buffet bars at 3am, that you can go to a West End musical whenever you choose. I love the fact that you can find a bar or a club that lets you be whoever you want...
The trains and tubes in London run every couple of minutes! When I am standing freezing on a platform in 'the sticks' for several hours, I shall remember the time that I used to think 5 minutes was a huge delay....
When I leave the pub and have to walk three miles home I'll day dream about the blinking orange light coming towards me ready to drop me safely back home.
From the second that I stepped out of my fathers car, all wobbly legged like Bambi at the age of 18 to be engulfed in smoke and shiny pavements, rushing people and plodding tourists... palaces (real ones), cocktails, free museums and tesco metros.... I have really loved it here.
I love my sweet little house, and my brilliant flatmate... I love our 'E' channel nights and the impressions we can do of Pamela Anderson and E I Woody (the paparazzi guy). I love fighting over who makes the pots of tea and getting excited about having chocolate hobnobs left in the tin.
I can stop this move right now if I want to, and stay in a job that I hate and that bores me... or I can take it on the chin... it's only for a year after all and I will be coming back most weekends...
But, remember that apart from the museums and the palaces all my friends and my boyfriend are in London....
So, what if I am making a mistake...?? What if I get back to London and it's all spoiled...? What if I fail my course? What if I am a terrible teacher...? it's a huge risk to give up the incredible life I have spent so long creating here for a career that I don't even know if I can do....
I'm really scared.
Driving Miss Daisy (finally!!)
In a sudden - I-can't-possibly-live-in-a-small-town-with-no-transport - flash of panic *looks down* I have booked myself my driving theory test... to take place on the 18th May.
I am 27 years old and of (fairly) good intelligence and I really can't drive, In fact I admit to the following:
- I passed my theory test once before (and yes I got 100% in it but then have you seen some of the thickos on the road??) but it has now expired and I will be too lazy to relearn everything so will probably fail.
- I have had over 150 PAID driving lessons and am still considered 'a danger to myself and others'
- I am lacking a fifth sense (never mind the sixth) and as such I do not see people (see point above) or indeed traffic lights... or signs actually.... or bends....
- My last driving instructor told me that 'no sane man would ever put you forward for your test because there is a possibility you may actually pass it'
I do have a car to drive... it's very pretty and lives alone in my parents garage... it also has a very flat battery because as yet I have no license... It does not have a name though, nor will it ever. This is because it is a CAR... not a child.
Anyway I have realised that logically with a car it will take me 25 minutes to get to college next September, and without one maybe 1.5 hours... Plus, there's that 3 mile walk back from the pub to consider.... That's a lot of my life wasted....
Oh London London, I didn't know we had a it so good.... Local late night shops, easy travel, pubs next to my house... don't make me go... and don't make me drive... please... I might have to start wearing sensible shoes....
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